GREY WINGED ANGEL

GLORY TO THE WHITE ANGEL-

SWEET OF SONG AND IVORY OF WING

POWER TO THE BLACK ANGERL-

WITH WICKED SCYTHE AND EBONY FEATHERS

BUT WHAT OF THE UNDECIDED?

THEY WHO EXIST ON THE BORDER LINE BUT LACK THE POWER TO DECIDE?

WHO WILL TELL THE TALE OF THE GREY-WINGED ANGEL?

WHOSE SONG IS A WHISPER...

WHOSE SCYTHE IS RUSTED...

A SOUL OF ASH, HOMELESS, HOPELESS

HOME IN NEITHER HEAVEN NOR HELL

NO-ONE SPEAKS OF THE ONES WHO DO NOT STAND UP

OR REMEMBERS THE PERSON WHO DOES NO GREAT GOOD OR EVIL

THERE IS NO RESPECT FOR THE CHOICE NOT TO CHOOSE

OR THE CAMP MADE AT THE CROSSROADS

THE QUESTION WE MUST ALL ANSWER IN THE END IS THIS...

IS IT BETTER TO RISK BEING WRONG?

OR NOT TO CHOOSE AT ALL?

BY MORTIFER AMOR PHASMUS